There is a little spider in my double yoo see and each morn he grows quite exponentially he smiled at me this evening as I took a pee then licked his tiny spider lips rather hungrily that can be disconcerting when one is in the loo alone I hope he doesn’t eat me as I’m sat upon the throne.
March hares in May are not so mad and play another tune throughout the spring they’ve danced a jig that’s done before the June flowers high toward the sun do raise their yellow crowns for ’tis the month the March hares’ calmly start to settle down.
humid humans hot as hell
soak their feet in wishing wells
that’s why wishes sometimes smell
of bitter disappointment
but when their toes all pass the test
of podiatric cleanliness
the fountain fairies do their best
and their wishes take precedent
give a man a fish and he’ll eat for a day but give a fish a man and you’ll likely hear him say “what’s this pointless thing you’ve given me?” (in his little fishy voice) “as I’d rather have a wiggly worm given half the choice.” yes to give a fish a man my friends is really quite absurd but there are no more wiggly worms thanks to all the early birds.